Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,Luo Chen put down his phone and happened to see an old man and a young person sitting beside him.,Moreover, at first glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being extremely careful and cherishing it as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。